Monday, February 6, 2012

Rave on words on printed page

For some of us, to be without means to put words to paper would be the worst sort of exile, separation and estrangement from our core. In recent musings on type and ink and paper and they ways by which we feel more connected to the act of extracting what is spoken in the mind and allowing the hand to give it form, I heard this resonating like an anthem.



Van Morrison - Rave On, John Donne Lyrics

Rave on john donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels

Rave on, walt whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature’s bright green shady path

Rave on omar khayyam, rave on kahlil gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the holy bread

Rave on let a man come out of ireland
Rave on on mr. yeats,
Rave on down through the holy rosey cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the golden dawn
Rave on through the writing of "a vision"
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on

Rave on john donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page

4 comments:

JeannetteLS said...

Amen

Marylinn Kelly said...

Jeanette - And the 7th is Charles Dickens' birthday. Rave on. :)

Jayne said...

Ah, fantastic. Rave on MK! ;)

Marylinn Kelly said...

Jayne - Thank you...Van IS the man. Rave on, your own self. :)